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WHO: Bridget and David
WHAT: Ow. :| And some miracles!
WHEN: After the bad thing
WHERE: Hospital room
WARNINGS: Probably talk of violence



Fire.

All Bridget could remember was fire. Red became black became grey became...nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She awoke, painkillers keeping her from feeling the majority of her injuries. Her face and neck were burned, and her wrists were blistered where the metal cuffs ad burned into her skin. Her burns were bandaged as well as the injuries through her feet. The worst part of all, however, was that she couldn't see. She didn't know where she was and she couldn't feel that she was in a hospital bed. For all she knew, she could still be in Wrath's apartment.

When Bridget awoke, she screamed.

David had been sitting watchfully by her bedside. Patrick was around somewhere, but David had insisted he go and drive George and Mary back wherever they had been. He was never more grateful to have them as family. It was hard watching Bridget sleep, not knowing how she'd be when she awoke. The doctors had checked the babies, and they were both still alive and fine, but that all depended on their mother waking.

When she screamed, he was up at once, taking her unbandaged fingers in his own warm hands, murmuring to her. "You're safe now. You're safe. I'm here."

Bridget heard David's voice and immediately she felt better. She was safe, at least. Her whole body hurt, but David was here and they weren't anywhere near Lucifer any more.

"I can't see!" Bridget whimpered, reaching out to try to find his face. "David-"

He frowned, suddenly afraid. "You can't see?" He put her hand against his cheek and kissed her palm. "I'm right here, darling. You're safe now, I promise. And the babies are fine. We're in hospital."

Bridget burst into tears then, clinging to David's collar as hard as she could. It hurt, but she clung anyway. "Oh, David. You came. You came for me. Why can't I see?"

"Of course I came. I heard you. I'd never leave you with creatures like that." He held his hand up in front of her eyes and waved it. Her eyes, now that he could see them open, looked pale, the colours washed out. "Lucifer must have done it. It was so hot in there. You're so brave, honey, so brave," he said wiping her tears away with his thumb.

Lucifer did it? He blinded her?! Was she going to be like that forever? She supposed at least she had a forever.

"So I'm just...blind!? Am I blind, David!?" If she was blind she couldn't continue her nursing. It would be hard to find a theatre who would take her. What could she do? She continued to cry, feeling anything but brave.

"Shhh. It's okay." David leaned over and kissed her forehead, then glanced around to see if there were any nurses coming. "You need to let go of me," he said gently, loosening her grip on his collar. "Trust me." He placed both his hands over her eyes, and bent his head in prayer. "Please Oh God, take this woman into thy tender care. Restore her eyes so cruelly taken from her, in defense of thy mercy, for she is beloved by me, and in thy name, I perform this miracle." He kept his own eyes closed, projecting a calming image to her, of cool Welsh springs bubbling through green green grass, washing away all ugliness and evil, cleansing the ground and her spirit and clearing her vision. A glow emanated around him as he did it. At last he felt as if she was whole, and intoned, "Amen," as he took his hands from her eyes and opened his own.

She did trust him and as he prayed, she prayed with him. She felt warmth and love flood through her and she felt calm. Her tears ceased as she saw in her mind's eye a calming vision of home. Of Wales.

When she opened her eyes, she could see him standing above her, and she smiled, despite everything. She reached out to him, "David." She couldn't find any words to explain her awe, however.

David hugged her close then, never wanting to let her go. "I love you so much," he said into her hair, waves of relief flooding him. "You're amazing. You survived. Oh you clever clever thing."

Bridget wasn't quite over the fact that her husband had just restored her sight, but she closed her arms around him anyway. "Come lie beside me?" she asked him, slightly begging. "It was Lucifer, Dewi. Lucifer!"

"I know. He's not the most... pleasant... of creatures." David kicked his shoes off and lay on the bed beside her. "I don't know what he might have said to you. Once I knew he had you-" He broke off, the pain still too near.

Bridget buried her face in his shoulder and she let herself relax. "Don't remember all of it," she mumbled. "He drove nails through my feet and told me it was a good look for me."

David held her tightly, stroking her hair. He'd never hated the fallen angel more, and he wasn't a hater. "He's a monster," he said, kissing her head. "He won't touch you again."

"He said he was going to take the babies," Bridget hissed, panicking frantically now. Her hands went to her belly where she could feel them, sleepily kicking about. She took David's hand and she placed it over them so he could feel their movement as well. "Said he was trying to make me go into pre-mature labour. I was terrified for them."

David held her hands tightly in his. "Look at me. He's not going to take our children. He's not. I promise. Okay? He's not." He didn't say how scared he was too, and still was, but Bridget didn't need to hear that right now.

How could she not trust the man who had just restored her sight? She nodded quickly, still scared but willing to believe him. "Alright. I trust you. It was so hot, Dewi. So very hot."

"I know. I know." David settled Bridget against him and stroked his hand across her belly. "Try not to think about it, darling. You're safe now."

Bridget didn't know how she could possibly not think about it. That horrible vision of the Morningstar was seared behind her eyelids. But she would try for him.

"You heard me pray?" she finally asked. She settled her hand on his cheek. "I didn't know if you would."

"Yes. I heard you. It was what kept me going." David gave her a wan smile. He only wished he could have done more. The thought of Lucifer coming back was going to keep him awake at night.

"Kept me going too," Bridget admitted quietly into his shoulder. "I kept worrying that-" she let out a shaky breath, "that he would force himself on me. I know he likes to gloat and having the wife of a saint-" Bridget groaned and hid her face in his neck. "I tried to stay conscious because if I fainted he could do anything to me without me knowing. But it was all too much."

Surely if she had been violated like that he would have said. She had no way of knowing she had fainted practically as the saints broke down the door so there was no time. She didn't know a think that had happened from the time she fainted to waking up here. "David? He...he didn't, did he?" She pulled back to look at him, suddenly fearful. At least if he had, she wouldn't remember.

"What? No! No no no, nothing of that sort happened to you." David shook his head hurriedly, cupping her cheek with his hand. "No. You were whole when we found you. He threatened to kill us all, but then George called up Michael, and Lucifer let you go and left. I brought you straight here after that." He sighed. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

Bridget heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing she hadn't been raped by Lucifer was intensely comforting. "Oh thank God," she breathed into his wrist. She kissed his hand and then she reached up to touch his face. "Don't you dare blame yourself."

David sighed. "I can't help it. If I hadn't met you..."

Bridget gritted her teeth together and she took several deep breaths before saying calmly, "Saint David of Wales, I am going to smack you in a minute. You have made my life wonderful. I love you and I won't have you wishing I didn't. I certainly don't."

He had to smile at that. "Alright! I surrender! I don't regret you either. I just regret that this happened."

"Good." Bridget nodded and then she took a deep breath. "I know I just woke up, but I'm so tired. Do you know if I'll be able to walk? Have they said anything to you?"

"They said for the most part you're okay, but they gave you some shots in case the nails were rusty. The nails went between your bones mostly, but they did chip a couple of bones I think. They're more worried about the trauma of it making your feet swell up, especially since you're pregnant. They can't go in there and fix anything. The doctor will probably explain it better if I'm misremembering, but you're to stay off your feet for a few weeks. You have to relax, especially for the babies." He wagged his finger to emphasise the point.

Bridget gave him a tired but amused look. "Yes sir. You know this means you might have to help me around a bit. I'm sorry about that."

Now it was David's turn to give Bridget a despairing look. "Darling. When have I ever complained about helping people? It's what I live for." He rubbed her shoulder. "Get some rest. Don't worry. I'll look after you."